At the gate of Guangping City, the young men of Beishan Village passed by holding their breath and trembling with fear. The guards on both sides did not even look at them and waved to let them pass.
Everyone walked to the wilderness outside the city and met with the villagers who came to rescue them. After confirming safety, they cheered excitedly.
"My luck is so good this time!"
"Good luck?" Xiaofei's father shook his head mysteriously, "Go back and ask your elders. After so many years, you will inevitably encounter some accidents when going to the city, but when have you not had a near miss?"
"This can no longer be explained by good luck..."
"Of course we know that it is Lord Shenzhu's blessing." Several people nearby glared at him angrily, "You are the only one who can pretend. Ever since Lord Shenzhu saved that naughty kid Xiaofei, you have been pretending!"
"This is called God's Favorite, do you understand?" Xiaofei's father showed how proud he was of the new words he had heard from the teacher in the village.
Some people laughed and cursed, some sighed with emotion, and some bowed their heads in the direction of Beishan.
Dozens of miles away, there was a young man wearing a bamboo hat and ge-clad clothes, walking alone among the blooming mountain flowers.
He suddenly turned around and looked in the direction he came from, as if he heard these words, so he swept away the petals falling on his shoulders with his sleeves and smiled softly...
The human race in this world is like a colorful garden to Zhu An.
Beishan Village is a small corner that he personally takes care of. Although it is inconspicuous, the flowers he cultivated with care are about to bloom, which is comforting.
Outside Beishan, in the large garden, thousands of wild flowers compete to grow, and the flowers are blooming and colorful, which is also worth admiring.
Occasionally I come across a nice little wild flower, and I wish I would water it and fertilize it, hoping it will grow better.
When these flowers grow, they may be able to help him dispel the haze between heaven and earth in the future.
All living beings in the world only know that this garden is bright and beautiful, but no one sees that there is a bamboo hidden in it, playing the role of a gardener.
As the garden grows, it is inevitable that there will be dead branches and leaves. Zhu An, the gardener, is very lazy and does not want to be a nanny, so he rarely takes the initiative to prune.
But today, he discovered a dead flower that he had admired many years ago, and he even poured a ladle of water on it himself.
"The causes of the past cannot produce good results, so take them back."
Zhu An held on to his bamboo hat and walked through the gorgeous wild flowers.
Having penetrated deeply into the human race's sphere of influence, he kept a low profile, did not walk too fast, and walked slowly and leisurely.
One step, two steps.
The next moment, the mountains are behind you...
At the top of Guangping City, a white cloud quietly rose into the sky and floated away lightly.
There are a few vague figures on the clouds.
King Qingyang, dressed in a black robe, stood upright in the wind, his sleeves bulging and making a hunting sound. His eyes were deep under his long eyebrows, as if he was thinking about something.
Ren Changfeng stood nearby. Because he was young, he was poisoned and comatose for many days. When he was blown by the strong wind, he couldn't help but shuddered and hid behind his grandfather.
King Qingyang came back to his senses and patted his grandson's shoulder gently. Invisible and colorless pure spiritual energy flowed out, instantly resisting all the coldness.
"Thank you, grandpa." Ren Changfeng laughed and squeezed King Qingyang's rough hand.
King Qingyang hummed and looked down at his grandson.
This young genius, known as "Ren Jiazhilan", still has calm and calm eyes, but compared with the carefree life before, he is already a little more tired and alert.
Seeing this scene, King Qingyang couldn't help but feel a little distressed and said angrily:
"Don't worry, dear grandson, you are safe. Grandpa will pick off all the heads of those bad guys who cause trouble."
After saying that, he turned back and glanced indifferently at the several human spies kneeling behind him.
These spies are most likely to be dead soldiers. Now that he has sealed the town with spiritual energy, they have no chance of committing suicide and can only be taken back for trial.
But such dead soldiers are tight-lipped, or don't care about anything. They only perform their own tasks, and it is difficult to find out much useful information.
Unless... a master of the art of refining the gods can be called upon to forcibly read the memory and carefully search for valuable clues.
However, there are very few spiritual masters who are proficient in this way, and the risk of peeking into other people's memories is also very high. King Qingyang thought that he might not be able to invite them, and he was a little worried for a while.
Ren Changfeng thought for a moment, shook his grandfather's hand, and said with a smile:
"Grandpa, don't worry. My grandson is fine. Those bad guys have failed anyway. Just check slowly. It doesn't matter."
King Qingyang sighed secretly, this grandson was indeed extremely smart, and he actually saw a trace of concern deep in his heart.
Could the real culprit behind this action be an ordinary person?
These people have been planning for at least two years, laying dozens of secrets, mobilizing two grandmasters, and resisting the tracking and searches of various forces, and almost kidnapped a human genius to the monster clan.
There aren't many people in the entire human race who have this kind of energy, and most of them have "King" after their names.
King Qingyang had a few suspects in his heart, but no matter which one they were, it was extremely difficult to deal with them, giving him a headache.
This famous king of the human race was decisive in killing the outside world, and he was happy to take revenge. However, when the butcher's knife was turned inward, he felt like he was stuck in the mud and could not move even an inch.
He can kill quickly, but if he is not careful, it will backfire on him and affect the entire family.
My precious grandson hasn’t grown up yet.
King Qingyang touched Ren Changfeng's head and sighed: "You are right, this matter won't happen quickly, but it will have to be done sooner or later."
Then his eyes wandered, and he remembered the figure of Xiao Ran wearing a bamboo hat and a ge robe.
"If it were Jiang Haike, he might just kill him... I am still not free and easy enough."
"That guy is quite mysterious. I don't know what he has been doing all these years. Where is he now?"
…
Zhu An crossed the mountains, walked through the wilderness, and finally walked on the long official road.
He did not deliberately avoid people, but just walked on the road together with the pedestrians on the road.
I don’t know how long I walked before I saw a small inn in front of me. An old cloth sign was hung on a pole and inserted at the door, being blown gently by the wind.
Zhu An walked into the inn and said, "Host, please have a bowl of beef noodles."
At the door of the kitchen, an old man with sparse white hair stood up and smiled sheepishly:
"What a coincidence. The beef is sold out, but we still have chicken noodle soup. Would you like a bowl, sir?"
"also."
The old man looked old, but his steps were steady. He walked into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of noodles.
Zhu An took a look and saw that this was a bowl of pure plain noodles, without even a sliver of green onion.
A woman immediately chased out of the kitchen, complaining about the old man and taking the plain noodles back.
"I'm getting older, so I always forget things." The old man apologized.
"It doesn't matter."
Soon, the woman came out with fragrant chicken noodle soup, apologized to Zhu An, and then sat in the corner, wiping the table and complaining about the old man's memory.
"I can forget everything except your hometown, who knows where it is..."
When the old man heard this, he immediately began to think hard, "Where is my home?"
He asked Zhu An, "Sir, do you know where there are mountains, very high mountains, and there are bamboos in the mountains, very high bamboos..."
Zhu An shook his head calmly, "There are too many places like this."
"Yes." The old man looked regretful, "I can't find it."
Seeing that Zhu An was so kind, the woman chatted for a few words and said that the old man was from somewhere in the mountains. He had suffered a disaster and had been exiled here. His mother took a fancy to him and became her son-in-law.
The old man was smart and capable when he was young, and his business was prosperous in his childhood. He even saved money to build such an inn.
It's a pity that when I got older, I started to get confused and always said I couldn't remember where my home was.
Zhu An shook his head and laughed, "I'm confused. Your family is here. Isn't your home also here?"
The old man shook his head stubbornly, "No, there is still a hometown. Back then, I was young and energetic, so I had to go out and try my luck. Now that I am old, I can't remember where my hometown is."
He sat on the threshold, looking at the passers-by outside, with melancholy on his face, "Where are you?"
Zhu An took a big mouthful of noodle soup, put down the bowl, and suddenly sighed:
"Like you, I can't find my hometown."
"Some people can go back to this hometown, but some people may never go back in their lives."
"But no matter what, it is only right to run your current home well."
"Your current home is very good. Isn't this enough?"
These words, which sounded ordinary to the woman, suddenly turned into morning bells and evening drums in the old man's ears, beating the spirit and waking up the lost soul in an instant.
He sat in silence for a long time, his eyesight gradually returned to clarity, he exhaled a heavy breath, and said with relief:
"The guest officer is right. Wait until tomorrow. I will build some rockeries and plant some bamboos behind the inn."
"Since I can't go back, I might as well consider this place as my hometown. It must be a good place with mountains and bamboos."
Zhu An smiled happily after hearing this.
"Then when the bamboo trees grow into a forest, I will come back to eat noodles."
